Slow Day

Nothing much to say about yesterday. It's Sept 2 just after midnight local time as I write. Just another slow, hot, late summer South Florida day that happened to also be Labor Day. Although one could argue that almost every day is a holiday for Blackie & friends.

As a side note, from what is being reported the damage from Hurricane Gustav was minimal. Never underestimate the power of prayer! We can be thankful for that and that the evacuees were allowed to bring their animal friends with them as nearly 2 million people wisely chose to be out of harm's way entirely. Unfortunately Hannah and yet a third storm Ike are waiting in the wings.

Tonight Blackie is sleeping in one of his usual spots, which is between a plastic trash can and the litter box in the carport. Two of his other favorite spots are under the pickup (a few times I actually found him sleeping on top of the passenger side front tire) and on the roof of my old car. Brownie sometimes likes to sleep on the cab of the truck while Hairy has been on occasion partial to the hood. What's with these cats & cars? I guess they just like to be perched high for a better view and above most annoyances. But with the warm weather, even at night, they haven't been as inclined to climb.

Brownie is out on the prowl at the moment. Sometimes he likes to sleep in the yard while at other times he prefers to either be under the truck or on top of a Rubbermaid box I store yard supplies in. Hairy lays in one of several spots but half the time makes a generic plastic box made of recycled materials her bed (which is where she is now), although of late she has also been spotted in a padded brown chair.

One revelation about Hairy is that she has been declawed. Who would turn her out defenseless like that? But who am I to judge. I have no idea how she came to be an outdoor cat but she seems to like outdoor life a bit more than the confines of indoor living. She likes to bolt in the door at times, especially when my hands are full and can't stop her, and come visit a spell. The others seem to have little interest in an indoor visit. So far every time she gets in she makes a dash for the kitchen looking for food, then a quick run around the house, then trys to get into the bedrooms and bathroom for the smells, then proceeds to try to claw all the cloth furnature. Humm. Perhaps this explains the declawing. LOL

Another reason I prefer to let the cats remain outdoor friends is because I travel out of town frequently, though not as often with the current air fares. They still get enough to eat from the neighbors and besides technically they aren't actually my cats, though I suspect Hairy wants to be. Of course does anybody truly OWN a kitty? In fact they mostly take care of themselves. They really only ask of me some attention, some quality petting and scratching (especially on the nose and behind the ears), and oh yea some food treats.

So thankfully another slow night. No visitors such as the opossum have been spotted. But the night is still young for the night walkers and crawlers.